When I was 6 years old, I was sitting in the living room with my parents in Ponca City, and it was the first time I noticed a KL tattoo in blue ink on each of my parents’ wrists. I was to learn that the letters stood for Concentration Camp. On the inside of my mom’s forearm was the letter A followed by the number 27327. Being the inquisitive people we are at that age, I asked them to explain. Using the least horrifying and simplest of words, they told me they were both survivors of the Holoc...